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Star-snatcher, bareback-rider of the rays!
I burn but not with fever!
nightingale call until your lungs are empty
and my heart is built on songs of natures old world flycatcher.
nightingale call until your lungs are empty
and my heart is built on songs of natures old world flycatcher.
Published 13th May 2018
Author's Note
Title in ode to RANDALL JARRELL - "afterwards"
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=25059
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=25059
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13th May 2018 8:24pm
dearest Samael
I could lose myself in the corridors of your mind..
you have a gift for seeing what other miss..
love Raven
I could lose myself in the corridors of your mind..
you have a gift for seeing what other miss..
love Raven
13th May 2018 8:24pm
